50. Lex
Chapter 50
Lex
R esounding moans, both real and fake, and the sounds of slick flesh slapping flesh filled the air as I leaned against the padded back of the couch. The air was heavy with the combination of scented candles and the distinct smell of sex and cum. It always smelled like this, whether day or night, and that was because Beck—the owner of Le Petite Mort—kept the heavy red velvet curtains drawn, creating the illusion of privacy and the depths of night.
A slender finger caressed my scarred chest and trailed lower down my abs, drawing lazy circles and abstract patterns as it went. Soft breasts pressed against my left shoulder, the girl’s nipples hardening at the contact. Her tongue shot out and licked my earlobe before trailing tantalizing wet kisses in the same path her finger had just taken. Her fingers continued their tease down my front until they met my half-hard cock.
I’d refilled my Pleasure reserves hours ago—and my Pain reserves from a few of the women at Le Petite Mort who liked a little pain with their pleasure, but I couldn’t seem to drag myself away from the heady feeling that sex invoked. I wasn’t quite ready to face the real world again. At least in here I could force the memories and the pain into a tiny box in the back of my mind.
Later. I’ll face it later .
And I would. The nightmares would be horrific for the next week now that I was back in a known and safe place. It was like my body relaxed, which caused my brain to release the toxicity it had built up over the past few weeks. Which is why I always came to Le Petite Mort after a mission—I could refill my reserves and delay the debilitating nightmares for another night.
And who wouldn’t want to be wrapped in constant pleasure?
The girl’s hand pulled me from my thoughts as she squeezed and pumped my cock back to life. I had no clue how many times I came over the last twelve hours. Every time I felt like I was spent, I let loose a healthy dose of Pleasure Magic and my dick miraculously hardened again. I wasn’t worried about using too much of my magic—I was in a pleasure house, for fuck’s sake—and could refill my reserves in the time it took to snap.
The girl—I couldn’t remember her name, there had been so many, both women and men, over the last hours—followed the path of her pumping hand with her mouth, licking and swirling her tongue around my balls, then up my shaft until her wet, warm mouth met the tip of my dick. I sucked in a breath through my teeth and my abs contracted as she licked the tip like a fucking candy stick, a bead of precum leaked out and she eagerly laved her tongue over it, moaning at the taste.
Fake moan . I could tell the difference now, but it didn’t bother me either way. This was her job and, like all of us, she had to do what she had to do in order to get through it.
I gripped the back of her head by her thick blonde hair and pushed her down until my dick hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her throat contracting around my length, and I held her there until tears pooled in her eyes and spit ran down my shaft and over my heavy balls. There were times that I let the girls take control—most times, actually—but I had a little sadism in me, too. The curse of being both a Pleasure and Pain Mage, I assumed.
I yanked her hair, pulling her off my cock abruptly and she gasped for air, an obscene amount of spit trailed from her lips to my dick, and it twitched at the sight.
Why was that so hot?
Tears ruined the black lining on her eyes, and I swept a gentle thumb under them, my other hand still gripping her hair. “Deep throat it, or don’t do it at all,” I told her. She nodded her head and opened her mouth to go back down on me, but I held her back by her hair. She hissed in pain, and I relaxed my hold a bit, I didn’t want to hurt the girl, I just wanted control.
“You see those two over there?” I turned her head and gestured to where Sasori lay on top of one man, her back pressed to his front with his dick deep in her ass while another thrust into her pussy from on top of them both. Her skin was peppered with goosebumps, and she was panting in ecstasy.
Real . Sasori’s tells were always easy to spot—if she wasn’t feeling it, she’d kick the men off and find Ilyas and I to satisfy her, a burden we would both happily bear.
The girl nodded and I turned her chin gently to where Ilyas had another whore on a round daybed. Her face was shoved deep into the cushion, her back bent at an impossible angle while her ass was in the air, her legs spread wide for Ilyas as he crouched on top of her, pounding into her pussy relentlessly.
That had to hurt . And judging by the girl’s white-knuckled grip on the bed, I wasn’t far off in my assumption. Ilyas had the longest and thickest cock I had ever seen. It was intimidating when it was soft—he often had to tuck it to the side of his pants—and it was something else entirely when he was fully hard. He could grip it with two of his large hands and still have enough room at the base for a slight third. As an added bonus, the head of his cock curved up, which allowed him to hit so deeply you could see his dick move in a girl’s stomach whenever he fucked in missionary. As I watched him tonight, I noticed an inch or two at his base that simply couldn’t fit into the girl’s cunt. Ilyas rutted like an animal when he fucked and could last for hours—literally.
My girl’s eyes widened at the sight; her pupils completely blown.
Oh, she likes that.
“You like what you see, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear, my free hand lazily stroking my cock at the sight. “You want Ilyas’ thick cock buried in your pussy instead?” She didn’t say anything at first, and I gave a small tug on her hair. She whimpered and nodded her head. “Hmm,” I hummed in her ear, pulling hard on my cockhead. “Go, switch spots with her. I’ll watch your greedy cunt take all of him—and you will take all of him—while I have your friend deep throat me instead.”
She turned her wide blue eyes to me, and I took the hand from my cock, swiping the precum I gathered from the tip on her lips. I glanced to my right and saw Ilyas’ eyes trained hungrily on where my thumb met her lip, and I gave him a wink.
“Make sure to give him a little taste first, sweetheart. He goes absolutely feral for the taste of me on another’s lips.”
She nodded her head, and I released her hair, slapping her ass lightly before she practically skipped to where Ilyas was rearranging the other girl’s insides. His thrusts slowed and then stopped altogether as the blonde girl drew near, her full breasts and fleshy ass bouncing. I reclined against the couch and spread my arms across the back, leaving my dick to bob obscenely in front of me, waiting for the next girl’s mouth.
Ilyas’ eyes were trained on her lips, where I had smeared my essence, and he removed one hand from the girl’s waist beneath him to clutch the back of the blonde’s neck, smashing his lips to hers, greedily swiping his tongue across her bottom lip to gather up all of my cum painted there. The girl broke the kiss to whisper in his ear and he smiled lasciviously. He pulled his ginormous cock from the girl beneath him with a wet popping sound I could hear across the room, before giving her ass a pat and sending her to me.
The girl was beautiful—her skin a deep brown and golden eyes the color of the sun. Her gaze was a bit unfocused, her hair completely tangled, and she walked stiffly, legs spread apart, toward me. I crooked a finger at her, and she straddled my lap, lining my dick up with her gaping entrance.
I put a hand on her waist to still her and her golden-eyed gaze caught mine.
“I have no doubt that your pussy is gaping wide and completely abused from the pounding you received from my Bonded.” My tone was gentle, coaxing.
Her shoulders relaxed a bit, and she released her grip on my cock. “He is certainly...well endowed.”
I barked a laugh at that. “That he is, kitten. I’ve had that a time or two in my ass and the feeling isn’t always comfortable.” Her eyes widened at my admission, and I shrugged my shoulders. “I have two Bonded, one male and one female.” I nodded toward Sasori. “Sex is just sex, kitten, doesn’t matter who it’s with. You of all people should know that. ”
She gave me a sheepish smile and sank so her swollen and abused pussy was resting against my dick as she sat on my thighs.
“So, what can I do for you, Mage?” she purred tiredly.
“Lex. My name is Lex, kitten.” She nodded her head and trailed her hands over my chest.
“You’re going to get on your knees and take me to the hilt over and over again until I blow down your throat. But I’m not going to come until they do,” I said as I gestured to Ilyas and Sasori. “Which could be awhile with the animal over there.” She smiled at that before raising off my lap to fall to her knees at my feet. Her breasts were small and perky, and they brushed against my open thighs as she ran her long nails up toward my cock, which was pulsing pre cum at her touch.
“We’ll see,” she said as she gave me an entirely too cocky grin.
I gently grasped her head, pulling her ear to my lips.
“Do it, and I’ll reward you after.” Her eyes lit up at that and she opened her mouth wide, tongue flattened against her bottom teeth, instantly taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing around my length.
I let out a deep, guttural groan at the feeling.
Holy fuck, she was good . Maybe even better than Sasori, and that was saying something.
I opened my eyes and looked at my Bonded in the throes of passion. The man that was originally thrusting into Sasori’s pussy had finished, his cum dripping obscenely from her entrance while he held her still so the man beneath her could thrust hard and fast into her ass. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, and I ached to squeeze them.
Gods, her body is perfect .
I pulled my gaze from Sasori to see the blonde I sent to Ilyas in the same position as the previous girl; ass impossibly high in the air, her legs pulled apart to expose all her bits to Ilyas as he absolutely pounded into her from behind.
“One more inch, pet. You can take one more inch,” he panted, sweat pouring down his body as he forcibly thrust the last inch into her cunt. She screamed, something laced with both pain and pleasure, as he inevitably pushed into the deepest spot of her, pressing against her cervix, and my power reserves swelled to almost overflowing.
“Oh, fuck yes, pet. FUCK yes,” Ilyas yelled as he thrust harder into her. The girl had tears streaming down her face and her body shook as Ilyas chased his release.
The girl between my legs doubled down on her efforts, continually taking me to the back of her throat and swallowing repeatedly. It was like she didn’t need to breathe while she did this. My eye caught Sasori’s form as she sat up, the man’s dick falling from her ass, and I saw his release mix with that of the other man’s as it trailed down her thighs.
She looks like a beautiful mess with two men’s cum dripping out of her. My dick twitched in the girl’s mouth, already preparing to do the same to Sasori later tonight in the comfort of our own rooms. She sauntered over to me before winking and laying on her back beneath the girl blowing me. Her face settled under the girl’s pussy, and Sasori started licking her in earnest.
I tore my gaze from the two women beneath me, my hand trailing into the girl’s hair as she bobbed on my cock, sometimes making a wet gagging noise when it touched the back of her throat, or small whimpers as Sasori sucked hard on her clit, both of which only made me impossibly harder. My eyes found Ilyas’ as he thrust once, twice, three more vicious times into the blonde’s thoroughly abused pussy, his hips slapping against her ass. She made a low keening noise each time it happened, the line between pain and pleasure thoroughly crossed as he pushed deeper into her cervix each time. Ilyas’ eyes met mine and he came with a deep groan, still thrusting slowly into the girl as she drained him. His hands eased off her waist, and I noticed deep bruises in her pale flesh where he gripped her hard. Ilyas pulled off the blonde, his wet and spent dick slipping from her cunt with a sucking noise. He was, miraculously, still half-hard, probably from the constant lust and pleasure that was coursing through both of our veins.
Ilyas’ cum trailed down the blonde’s thighs as she lowered her ass to the round bed. She hissed in pain as her pussy touched the upholstery and let out a sharp cry as she attempted to close her legs.
That sound . . . that sound immediately sent my mind whirling, images and scenes flashing.
My breathing picked up and I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the onslaught of images from that fucking day so long ago.
Long white hair, deep cries of pain as he mercilessly took what wasn’t his to take, blood running down her leg mixing with his cum, his pleasure and her pain filling my reserves full.
I suddenly felt inexplicably dirty. My chest was still rising and falling with rapid pants, and I felt my dick deflate. Because I wasn’t here and she wasn’t a girl paid to do this, at least in my mind. In my mind I was him and she was the girl.
I can’t do this .
“Get off me,” I mumbled, but no one heard me, still lost in the sounds and throes of their own pleasure. I started panicking and grabbed at the girl’s head as she tried to get me hard again. “Enough, enough. I’m done, enough,” I begged, but she took it as a challenge and continued to stroke and lick me.
My whole body began to shake, and my stomach roiled.
I’m going to puke .
I tried to move my body, but the girl clung tight to my thighs and cock. Frantically, I searched for Ilyas and found him seeing to the blonde, gently petting her head and cleaning her up. He had found an iced towel somewhere and was pressing it to her swollen flesh, gingerly nursing her back to health.
“Ilyas,” I whimpered. He would know what was wrong. He always did.
Why am I so helpless? Why am I so fucked up?
Somehow, Ilyas heard me. He turned around, his blissed-out gaze meeting my frantic one and he crossed the room in two purposeful strides.
“That’s enough, girl,” he growled. Sasori heard him, slipping out from between the girl’s thighs. She took one look at me and knew I was no longer with them. She slipped her hands around the girl’s, squeezing until her movements stilled.
“That’s enough for today, out.” Her tone was low but brokered no argument. I was momentarily struck by the authority both Ilyas and Sasori carried even stark naked, one with cum dripping down their thighs and the other with a glistening cock.
I giggled, my emotions in complete hyperdrive, which quickly turned into a sob. My shoulders shook and I buried my head in my hands, blocking out the scene in front of me. I was still nauseous, but the memories, at least, had stopped replaying over and over again. I heard the soft murmurs of Sasori and Ilyas and the clink of coin as my Vessels quietly ushered the hired flesh from the room. There was a soft snick of the door, and we were encased in the sound of silence and the smell of fresh sex .
I took deep gulping breaths through my mouth, snot running down my chin to mingle with the cascade of tears from my cheeks. The couch to either side of me sank as both Ilyas and Sasori joined me. They didn’t say anything, just draped their sweaty bodies over mine, encasing me in love and comfort. Slowly, over the period of probably an hour, my sobs subsided, and my breathing evened out.
I pulled my head from my hands and leaned back against the couch again. Ilyas and Sasori adjusted so each of their heads rested on one of my shoulders. Sasori gently caressed and massaged my right hand while Ilyas combed my hair back from my forehead.
“Fuck,” I croaked. My eyes were swollen, and I felt a massive headache coming on.
“That is what we were doing, yes,” Ilyas said gently, trying to relieve the tension. I huffed a watery laugh, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my temple.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he whispered as Sasori continued to run her hands along my arms and hands.
I shook my head. “Not yet.”
Sasori merely nodded and Ilyas simply pressed another kiss to my forehead. They knew. They understood. They were there with me when it happened, but, as Vessels, they didn’t experience the full influx of emotion as I had. It was an experience that scarred us all and brought us closer together, but Sasori and Ilyas were able to move past it, for the most part.
I couldn’t.
We lay like that for a while, just drinking in the comforting presence of each other. I was halfway to sleep when there was a stiff knock on the door.
“Come in,” I called groggily, none of us moving to cover our nakedness.
We’re in a whorehouse, after all .
But it wasn’t the Madame of the house or another one of her pleasure girls coming to check on us. Instead, a uniformed Mage stood at attention in the doorway, his eyes trained on the back wall of the room, refusing to look at the three of us. He wore the traditional black of Mages but had the Warlord’s personal insignia on his right shoulder.
“Lord d’Refan requests the presence of you and your Vessels, Mage d’Talionis,” he clipped.
I sighed deeply before pushing to my feet, Ilyas and Sasori following suit .
“Now?” I asked and he nodded. “I was given a week off by General d’Alvey. Go talk to him if you need someone that badly.”
“I was told you would say that. And I was also told that I was to bring you back to the manor by any means necessary. Apparently, Lord d’Refan has need of your particular . . . gifts.” I froze at the last part of his sentence.
Fuck me in the ass .
“He can’t find anyone else? Hasn’t Lex done enough lately?” Ilyas growled, prowling toward the Mage. He was always intimidating—maybe even more so with that monster cock on full display, swinging between his legs. The Mage didn’t even blink.
“No. He expects you there within the hour.” With that, he turned on his heel and left the room, the door swinging shut behind him.
I ran my hands through my hair, thoroughly messing it up before I cracked my neck and looked at Sasori and Ilyas. Sasori had started putting her blacks back on, but Ilyas was waiting for my command.
I blew out a heavy breath before motioning for my clothes. Sasori gave me my pile and we all dressed in silence.
“I guess we’re back on duty,” I said as I turned for the door once my clothes and boots were secure once more.
Ilyas caught my wrist before I could exit, and I turned to see the worried looks on both their faces. “I’ll be fine, honestly. Let’s just get this done so we can move on with our lives.”
“You should really talk to someone, Lex, please,” Sasori’s plea was soft and broken. I hated making her feel like this. Hated it. But I couldn’t talk to anyone, there was no point—I didn’t deserve to have the feelings and memories dulled. These demons and burdens were my own to bear.
The torture and pain those people experienced was my idea, after all, which was something that not even my Bonded, my two closest companions, knew. That information was between me, the Warlord, and whatever gods damned me to this fate.
I gave Sasori a grim smile before gently wrenching my wrist from Ilyas’ grip and striding from the room, the soft steps of my Bonded close behind.